Weapon of the Dwarves!

Weapon of the Dwarves! Big Trumpet! Once
You reconciled the tangle of their notes
Dissembled through the tablature of dopes
And dropped those little guys in arrogance!
Did Trump, then, set the perfect ambiance
To repel Ivanka? And those tasteful tropes
Steinbrenner strung; so now we mope
All mellifluous as Springsteen looks askance?
Yes. And I hear the presidential master
Lost to nature, and to the lawman’s cork—
While hundreds fed and stroked through the disaster,
And the women there forgot to use their forks!
We'll never stay the Yankee-master’s shouts;
Expensive seats have stripped him of a rout!

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